Cuts P.O.V

I knew that I was moving too fast. If I was sober I would never be kissing Horn. Unfortunately, I'm drunk and not making decisions based on my well-being.

Horn seems surprised at first that I'm kissing him so soon after our getting together, however, after a moment, his lips lock with mine. Now the kissing is mutual among both parties.

Normally, I'm not a very physical person. I'm especially slow when it comes to the intimacy aspect of a relationship. I have to trust the person with every part of me and that is rather difficult for me to do.

After a moment of our lips continuously re-locking, I break the kiss. The entirety of my face feels burning hot. Horn, however, doesn't seem to be all that flustered. Rather, he seems confused.

"Was that bad?" he asks

I clear my throat. "No."

"Then why stop?" it's clear that Horn is just about as drunk as I am.

My sober mind screams that to stop because this is going far too fast. Unfortunately, the rest of me doesn't want to stop. The rest of me wants to keep going and feel the intimacy that surely lies ahead. My body craves the feeling.

Rather than giving Horn an answer, I wrap my arms around his neck and lock us both into another kiss. Horn doesn't seem to mind at all as his hands travel down to my hips.

Soon, the kissing doesn't feel like enough. My body craves more attention. I haven't gotten wanted physical attention in so long. My intoxicated body is clearly weak to lust.

Horn can obviously tell that I want more because his kisses move down my neck. I gladly lean my head back to expose more of my neck for him. I'm very sensitive there, so my drunken body is rather eager to get the attention. Horn peppers my neck with kisses and small nips with his teeth. A soft hum of pleasure is trapped in my throat and deep down I know Horn wants to hear it.

My partner pulls me onto his lap and hugs my waist close while still attacking my neck. I run my fingers through his hair and accidentally pull it when he full on bites my neck, causing a soft moan to escape my lips. Horn doesn't seem to mind the fact that I pulled his hair. He actually seemed to enjoy it.

I rock my hips slightly and I can easily feel Horn's rather large erection. Just feeling something that large through my jeans makes my entire face grow blood hot.

Horn unbuttons my jeans while leaving a rather dark hickey on my collarbone. Luckily, I'm not a very social person, otherwise, it might be difficult to cover up. It definitely clashes with my pale skin tone.

One of Horn's hands discreetly snakes its way into my boxers. My entire body tenses up. My body is a cruel reminder of my dysphoria.

At first, Horn seems confused, but he actually ends up going with it. It's as if he doesn't actually care what body parts I have. Although, with both of us being shit-faced drunk, I'd be more surprised if he did care.

"Don't be shy~," Horn whispers in my ear, biting the lobe gently.

I nod slowly and bite my lip as I feel Horn begin to massage my lower body with his warm hands. A soft moan escapes my lips as I unbutton Horn's jeans. His hands just aren't enough for me. I want more of him.

Horn manages to get his jeans down enough to remove his length from them. A dark blush dusts over my cheeks as he pulls my jeans and boxers down. Never before have I wanted a relationship to move so quickly. It makes me feel dirty and desperate, but the alcohol overrides that feeling.

"I want you so bad~," I whisper quietly.

"I can tell~," Horn teases.

Horn reaches into the front pocket of his jeans and reveals a small tube. Anyone who's had sex knows what's in it and that it's usually a good idea to have some if you plan on hooking up with someone. In the squeeze-bottle is a lubricant.

I watch Horn squeeze a generous amount onto three of his fingers. He's going to prepare me beforehand, something that wasn't common in my other relationships. I haven't had many sexual partners, but the two I have gotten to that point with were unnecessarily rough with me.

I gasp softly as I feel a finger enter me. I haven't been sexual for a very long time and the feeling is suddenly flooding back into my body. It makes me feel slutty for wanting it so badly. After a few minutes, my partner adds another finger and begins to prepare me. I moan softly and lock my fingers into Horn's hair, tugging slightly.

After a bit of prep, Horn removes his fingers from me and lubes himself up. I bite my lip as he positions himself and begins to enter me. To make things easier, I lower my hips down, taking the entire length.

"Fuck~," I moan.

Horn smirks at my reaction and begins to thrust in an upward motion. I follow his rhythm, guiding my hips in a downward motion.

It doesn't take long for Horn to find my g-spot. It's quite obvious from the sharp moan of ecstasy that leaves my mouth. He smirks in response and continues to thrust into that spot, only causing me to grow closer and closer to my orgasm.

"Cuts~, I'm getting close~," Horn warns me, continuing his attack on my body.

"Ah~! Me too~!" I manage to sputter out.

One final thrust sends us both over the edge into an orgasmic high. My entire body trembles with pleasure as the high slowly begins to fade.

Horn slowly removes himself from me. I begin to catch my breath, resting my forehead on his chest. Horn runs his fingers through my hair gently. It's a soothing motion that makes me more tired than before.

As good as that felt, I'm anxious for the morning when Horn and I are sober. Hopefully, tonight doesn't ruin our entire relationship. I don't want things to be awkward between us.